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Here is a conversation that Tom and I had via email last night:

Subject: Lil list


Tom: Couple of things I wanna ask.

1) Do you mind if I skip out of Hell? It's starting to get dull, or do you
want to add this painting of yours first?
(Regarding current email plot)

2) Do you want me to come over next Saturday? Seeing as your b-day is next
Thursday. I need to know today so I can arrange things accordingly ...

Short Story: Theory

Normally when people are asked to write short stories they rush out and buy as many short story anthologies as possible and assume reading all the short stories ever written (impossible) will enable them to write better.

Naturally, the more you read the better you will write. But it also helps if you know about the recipe behind the writing. You wouldn't perform a surgery without knowin the different parts of the human body, so why expect

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A rather shameful attempt at a villanelle but believe me its not easy at all! I was listenting to 'Asleep' by The Smiths as I wrote this yesterday evening.

Where have all the years gone, gone by?



Where have all those years gone, gone by?

Afraid of what is next, will I be

flown high, recycled in the sky.



I have come so far, from being shy

playing with dolls to drinking tea.

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Below is just a funny poem (if you can call it that) that I wrote for my friend I J.P. (who isnt on here!) when he cut his long hair!

A poem on the loss of my dear friend's hair

There was once a tall boy called Jack Prescott
who came from far away with a mascot-
it was his hair, long thick and mousey brown
that brought him luck like the man with a crown.

Whereever he went some girls would turn their head
only God knows how ...